He didn't want her there and Mary knew she shouldn't be there, and yet she followed him into the building. While he ate, Mary shrugged off her jacket and set it on a chair, then pulled out her gun and set it on top. It seemed rude to remain armed here in his home.
Then she approached a little closer, letting him keep some distance but looking out over the same view he was seeing. For a while she was silent, just letting him each as she watched the city, her arms crossed protectively.
"I've been thinking about you," she finally admitted quietly.